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We'll fight until you forget who you belong to

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Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

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04-08-2020, 06:17 PM

Sirius made his way to the stream, stepping into the shallowest part as he washed free the blood from his paws, and dipped his snout into the water, scrubbing it gently. Once the water ran clean around him once more, he moved out of the water, a little more quickly than most. His inability to swim, and his heavy build, made for a wolf that sunk easily. His fear of water was one that only very few knew about, and not something he was keen to advertise.

He shook out his coat on the bank, alone, since both Marshal and Bast were keeping an eye on the wolf he wished to possess. Midday had become afternoon, and the shadows began to stretch out before him, and the spots beneath the large, sweeping trees, was cool and damp. He needed a touch of exercise to warm his cold bones, and shake out the last of the water from his coat.

He made his way back to where he had left Dove, and Bast appeared from the woods, to lead him to where the stray had wound up. He found Dove, walking closer, with Bast at his side. “Well. If your not going to find your safety within my pack, can I at least give you a few practice spars to keep you ready?” and to test the man's fighting ability.

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